I’ve often heard the Planetario building in Buenos Aires likened to a flying saucer. After discovering that the place was still operational and screened daily shows at 3pm, I decide to go along.

I am greeted by a small meteoroid in the court year. Unable to resist the urge, I reach down and touch it, wondering how far it must have come before ending it’s travels here. After entering a glass foyer, I scale a steel staircase. There is a sense that I am embarking on a journey. Once inside, I take a seat in the theatre. Gazing up into the spherical ceiling, I am captivated by an image of the galaxy. I sit, patiently awaiting transportation.